I pulled the sheets up into my fists. I curled my toes against the mostly tossed away blankets. I was too sore to cum again. I was never good at comin... a second time. My clit stung as I dragged it back and forth against his pelvis. I breathed hard through clenched teeth. My eyelids closed infinitely tighter. He dragged me up and down his cock. He kept me flush against his sweaty sticky chest. He breathed fire into my ear. He took a handful of my ass.“Shit! Again!” I wailed. I felt like I was. A month, a month only. Should she tell the police, what, that she’d been raped on the train (had she?), what had that women seen? The woman had said ‘the guard’ — was it him? He’d certainly been around a lot and been, well, not quite odd. But how? It was a long time before Sally slept. Monday came around. Sally was feeling defiant—and why not to some­thing she did not understand and could not, in any case, possibly be real? Her bra and panties were definitely on, as she was sure they had been. Before the leader was even settled down after his orgasm, she dropped his cock and moved over to the young one. Ready, she said, with cum all over her shirt and left cheek. M hmm was all he could say with a nod. She started in the same way with a long lick from his balls to his tip, letting out a long purr. This one is a nice, young cock. Look at this honey she said, You could cut diamonds with this thing! Dont chip a tooth I replied glibly. She went to work on that kid like she was starving. Ush the T.G. mode button: Part 2 by DebWebDan is now transformed beyond recognition of his former self. Can heresist the temptation of his newfound desires?>